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A/N: Well, another day, another update. Hope you enjoy!!!! BTW, I am planning a sequel to Drop to Zero right now, so pass the word around!!!

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//Say hello to the night,

Lost in the shadows,

Say hello to the night,

Lost in the loneliness//

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**6 MONTHS LATER**

Chris leaned back in the plastic white chair for a moment. His eyes were sunken, as if he hadn't slept in days, and he was extremely thin. His hair was also thinning out; no longer was it th long, flowing blond mane that we all love, it had thinned out to the point where he almost looked dead. His skin was as pale as the white walls and floor that surrounded him. The doctor that was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room sighed and took off his glasses.

"Are you all right, Chris?" The doctor asked. Chris didn't respond. He simply stared at the floor. He was reliving that moment. The doctor leaned back in his own chair, and stared at Chris for a moment.

"Chris, do you want to call it quits for today?" Chris looked up at him distantly. Tears were crawling towards his eyes.

He nodded his head. "Yes." The doctor escorted Chris back to his room, which was also white. The walls of his room had to be padded, not plastic. Chris walked over to his corner and sat down. After about 2 hours, the lights in the room, as well as the rest of the facility shut off so that the patients could sleep.

But Chris would not sleep.

He chose this particular corner because he knew that they would be able to see him. They could always see his feet, and maybe his legs, but nothing more from the corner. They didn't know, but they guessed.

They guessed that he wasn't sleeping.

Yet, they couldn't prove it to the superiors, so they could give him no drugs to make him sleep.

Chris sat in the corner and waited until he knew that the nurse had passed by on her checkup. Then, he leaned back in the corner, and reached behind the padding. He brought out a razor blade. The same razor blade he had found in Molly's journal, which now, seemed like so long ago.

He raised his shirt up a little, to reveal his stomach, which had so many scars and cuts on it, you could barely tell it was skin. Chris brought out the paper towels he had talked somebody into bringing him. He slowly lowered the razor blade to his skin. He couldn't sleep, or it'd find him. It'll kill him.......

He couldn't sleep.

And, for the ninth consecutive night, he didn't.

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